A weapon in the wrong hands

My brother let us all have a go with his air rifle.  We aimed at target sheets, and later empty coke cans, positioned on the caravan which we had been dismantling earlier.  I found even the sight of a gun unsettling; perhaps I am operating on the wrong side of the fear:respect ratio.  My brother is definitely trustworthy. My mother was a bit scary though - it is heavy and so she was waving it about a bit too much, and was overly keen at going to look at the results while we were still 'active'.